Flamenco

Her quickly flicking

heels and hands

Her fan it flutters--

Dancing.

A silk-swift turn,

with graceful place

Of foot, and wrist,

and hand, to face.

With movements slow,

then sudden dip

An open fan

with subtle flick.

Her eyes, alone,

hot glittering pits.

One glance enough

to sear your wits.

Fast stop, twist-turn

for flicked-up skirt,

Her movements close--

Coquettish.

Arms thrown aloft,

hard-panting sigh.

Thrown roses then--

she's finished.

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